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eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
sob a folha dusky do laurel
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
você diz que você me ama
nós que estiveram
mundo que muda sob minha mão
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
acima dos prados ricos com milho

 



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